I was born at 12:05 a.m. on Dec. 26. That Christmas day, my parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles and a myriad of family friends all delighted in helping my mother count contractions. I was the first grandchild on both sides of my immediate family and so it was a very exciting event. My poor mother was in labor with me all day long. In honor of my yuletide arrival my parents named me Holley. Then, when I grew up, I married a man who's last name is Berry.
Since that time, I have been Holley Berry and during every Christmas holiday from that point on,everyone I come in contact with takes great delight in teasing me about my name. You should try getting through customs during the holidays with a passport that says Holley Berry. I attract more attention than people on the terrorist watch list. And everyone I meet fancies themselves a comedian.